The wooden basin flew towards him, and it was naturally impossible for Tatami to be stupid enough to use his body to resist the subsonic wooden basin, not to mention that his evil king's true eye calculated the trajectory of the wooden basin, and the target was his lower body.

With a hard foot, Tatami jumped up slightly, just dodging the attack of the wooden basin, and even the thunder and lightning of Sister Cannon couldn't hit him, how could such a wooden basin hit him?

The wooden basin brought up an afterimage and struck the floor diagonally, smashing a large hole in the wooden floor and disappearing under the dark floor.

It was only at this moment that the god cracked fire weaving unhurriedly picked up the bathrobe next to him and draped it on his body.

Bang! A terrible sound came from under the floor. It was as if something was ramming hard. Like the sound of a beast in a cramped cage trying to break through the cage.

A hole suddenly exploded in the floor not far ahead. A dark shadow flew out from under the floor, like a dolphin jumping out of the sea.

A scrawny middle-aged man fell to the floor and rolled from side to side, then hurriedly got to his feet.

The color of his skin was quite unhealthy, and at a glance, he knew that his internal organs were probably bad. The beige overalls were stained with sweat, mud, blood and grease. In his right hand, he held a scimitar that looked like an iron claw, and his left wrist was broken, and there was a bruise-black bruise.

No, it's not just broken, the whole wrist is almost broken, and the fruit knife that Tatami just pierced is still on it, and it seems that the God Cracking Fire Weaving just now has a surprise effect.

"Quack...... Quack! Like a wounded beast, the middle-aged man raised his scimitar and slashed at Tatami and the god of fire weaving in the bathroom.

Without the slightest hesitation, the god cracked fire weaving raised his slender and white beautiful legs, and put a footprint on the middle-aged man's face in flip-flops, kicking him back a few steps, slamming into the wall, and his cheeks were swollen.

"Lord Angel...... Lord Angel......"

The middle-aged man covered his cheeks, saliva slowly flowing down the corners of his mouth, and near the chest of his work clothes, there seemed to be something.

If you look closely, it's a famous brand.

"Lord Angel! Lord Angel! Lord Angel! ”

Name tags made of plastic were sewn onto clothes, and the name tags were printed with a few words in stiff lettering.

Prisoner No. "No. 710687" Kamito Hino.

"Lord Angel, what's going on? Angel, I follow your instructions, why did I get this result? Angel, I have already given twenty-eight lives for you! The man in the prisoner's suit let out a deranged, frenzied, desperate roar.

If Tatami didn't understand who this man was at this time, he was really blind to his evil king's true eye.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I'm Gussen, a reporter on the scene. Kamisaku Hino, a death row prisoner who escaped from Shinfuchu Prison in Tokyo in the early hours of this day, has still not been found. The nearby middle schools have urgently stopped club activities, and the atmosphere is very tense...... "In the morning, Teacher Xiaomeng's immature Lori voice seems to be still echoing in my ears, depending on the situation, he is hiding here."

"Tatamy!" Seemingly unwilling to use his Seven Heavens and Seven Swords to be contaminated with the filthy blood of the Fire Wild God, the God Cracked Fire Weaving did not go on it himself, but called Tatami next to him, "This guy keeps saying what an angel, and looking at the nameplate on his chest, he himself has not changed, is he the one who released magic in your mouth but didn't know the way?" ”

Although the god cracks the fire weaving is not very good at technology, she can still operate simple things like televisions, so she also knows what the fire field god does.

"I'm sure it's not him, but he's not converted for anything, you've probably heard of dual personalities, right? According to the news I watched on TV, Kamisaku Hirano has a history of mental illness, and his illness is a dual personality, so I think he is just an inner personality that has been transformed. Tatami looked at Kamisaku Hino vigilantly, patiently explaining to Kamiori the Divine Crack.

Originally, the god cracked the fire weaving and wanted to continue to ask something, but at this time, the fire no god suddenly raised the knife.

"Answer me, Lord Angel! What am I going to do? What should I do next? Lord Angel! You are responsible, and this time you must tell me the real answer——! ”

The knife falls.

But instead of swinging at Tatami or the god Split Fire Weave, Hino swung his scimitar at his chest. The tip of the knife moved roughly, and there was a cracking sound. The work clothes were cut by the knives that came and went at will, and the sweat-stained shirts were also torn, and in an instant they were stained red with blood.

A large number of wounds may seem disorganized at first glance, but they are actually arranged into words. It's like a child taking a knife and carving it on the table.

GOESCAPE

There is no grammar at all, just permutations and combinations of English words. But when he saw this "instruct", a sad smile appeared on his face stained with his own blood.

"Don't let this guy escape, he must know about the fall of the angel!" It's not that she doesn't trust Tatamy, it's that she doesn't intend to let go of any information related to the fall of the angel.

Kamisaku Hino had seen the power of Kamitori and Tatami, and his intuition told him that these two people were not easy to mess with, so he didn't fight hard, but smiled evilly, and then he took out a thick cloth that was wet, wiped the blood from the scimitar in his hand, and then threw the scimitar towards Tatami.

Tatami didn't mean to dodge at all, as if he hadn't seen the cutlass at all.

In fact, he did see the flying scimitar, but he also had a ghost idea in his heart.

If the god crack fire weaving can't catch the fire no god saku, then the mystery of the fire no god will become very strong, maybe the god crack fire weaving will go after the fire no god god instead of himself.

So he planned to leave a chance for Kamisao to escape, and as for whether Kamisaku Kamisao would take the opportunity to escape as he expected, Tatami didn't know.

But he is still willing to gamble, anyway, there is no harm to him, at most there are multiple wounds on his body, and for him who is often injured, the wounds are really nothing.

However, something happened to Tatami unexpectedly, and the god Split Fire Weave on the original side saw that Tatami was unresponsive, thinking that something had happened to him, and reached out and pushed him aside.

Tatami was pushed away, but before he could retract his arm, the scimitar grazed under the armpit of the Flame Weave, cutting through the bathrobe, leaving a not-so-deep wound on the perfect body.

True to her magical name, Flame Weave didn't hesitate to lend a helping hand when Tatami needed help, even if it was the suspect she was hunting.

Seeing that he missed the blow, Kamisaku Hino laughed wildly in an extremely weird voice, and quickly flashed out of the hotel.

Tatami looked at Kamisaku Hino with some annoyance, his previous caution was gone, and he stood up and was about to catch up.

But the Divine Cracked Fire Weave behind him fell to his knees, his head was covered with sweat, and his expression was a little wrong.

"Yes...... Poison? Damn it...... What ...... did he put on the knife? Looking at the way the god cracked the fireweave, Tatami understood what was happening.

A thick cloth was used to wipe the blade, which turned out to be to apply poison.

It is said that the ethnic minorities in Africa will coat the tip of the wooden spear with the juice of poisonous caterpillars to hunt beasts, perhaps this is a similar poison.

"God splits, it's okay, right?" The fire field god has long since disappeared, and there is no point in chasing after him, so Tatami has no choice but to reluctantly return to the side of the god cracked fire weaving.

"Do you think I'm fine?" God Crack Fire Weaving gasped slightly, his tone was a little weak, she didn't have the appearance of a strong woman before, and she was completely a delicate girl who didn't step out of the boudoir all year round.

"Shouldn't it be, aren't your saints very resistant to poison? How can it be so simple to be poisoned? Tatami helped her to the bed, and asked with some confusion.

"So, how powerful the poison used by the other party is, this has been completely reflected, if it was you who was injured just now, I'm afraid you wouldn't be standing here so well, and I don't know if you have a life." The god cracked the fire weaving body all the time, and the red lips also faintly changed color.

"No, you have to suck the poison out quickly, otherwise I'm afraid it will leave sequelae."

God Crack Fire Weaving sat up from the bed with some difficulty, untied the bathrobe on his body without hesitation, and exposed his body to the air so calmly, the murder weapon was straight, and the two pink points on it were faintly trembling because of the poisoning, making people can't help but want to bite it in their mouths and swallow it gently.

I didn't take a closer look when I broke into the bathroom before, but now God Cracked Fire Weaving took the initiative to take off her clothes, which made Tatami a little angry, and felt that there was a hot blood directly charged below the navel.

"What do you want to do!" One staggered to the ground, and Tatami didn't know whether to cover his eyes or put up his tent pants.

"What do you think? I haven't practiced yoga, do you think I can put my head under my armpits? Her face was a little faintly red at the effect of toxicity or instinctive shyness, but her tone was unusually calm, as if nothing had happened.

"But that position is awkward, isn't it?" Tatami pointed to the wound woven by the god's cracked fire, and the expression on his face was extremely strange.

The position of the wound is extremely special, about five centimeters under the armpit, and the front is exactly the chest of the God Cracked Fire Weaving, if you take drugs, you can easily see the twin peaks of the God Cracked Fire Weaving from the back, and from the front, the position will be very delicate.

"We magicians are never informal, even if the wound is on the X head, I can let you suck it without hesitation. Besides, I've hypnotized myself with suggestion magic and thought you're a girl, so it's no problem at all. Hurry up, if the toxin spreads throughout the body, I'm afraid it's too late! Raising his arm, the god Flame Weave showed Tatami his wounds, motioning for him to act.

"Okay, then I'm not doing the right thing! Here I go! Trembling and approaching the Divine Cracked Fire Weaving, he kept secretly warning himself in his heart not to look at the white flesh mass in front of him, and his mouth slowly approached the twin peaks of the Divine Cracked Fire Weaving, it was a wound.

"Let me warn you first, use the suck, don't bite! Otherwise I'll make you look good! "Probably frightened by Tatami's statement that I started, the god cracked fire weaving quickly threatened.

PS: It's broken.,It's really broken.,In order to write this chapter.,I lost all the discipline.,Locked myself in the house.,Take off your shirt and take a fruit knife to try which position is more suitable for injury (didn't really cut),But look at the picture of the god crack fire weaving on the computer, and sure enough, I still can't compare to the god crack big sister orz.。 For the sake of me being so dedicated, give a ticket, give a collection, give a plan, or Q coins